Evidence of the Affair

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

My mother has always told me that I have more opportunities, as a woman of my generation, than she ever had. She made it seem like I had an obligation to use them how she would have.

Sometimes, I swear, I’m invisible. And yet, frankly, David, I often find it to be a relief. I can’t stand the idea of him truly looking at me right now. There is so much I do not want him to see.

How do you keep such a sincere heart in the middle of all this? Sometimes I think mine might turn to stone any minute now, and yet every time I see you I soften, reminded of how you still choose kindness over anger at every step.

Thank you for helping me hold my head a bit higher at a time in which it has every reason to hang low.

Anyway, about the sandbar. It reminded me of you because you are my sandbar. I was lost at sea, and then you showed up. My dry land.

My life may not be perfect, but at least I can finally say it belongs to me.